RE: CLAP YOUR HANDS CLEOPATRA by Worslinger

Hi WordSlinger

I have read your Cleopatra Poem and it is a song... how did you do that ??? and so quickly !!!
You are just so gifted... so prolifically rich..

Ok.. your poem does immediately takes me to another place, for where I live, there are neither frogs nor donkeys ... much less the vivid descriptions that you provide as if I were walking through the Bible, even.

... and then all of a sudden, I find myself in your ... it's call a cadence ? and I can hear your rhyming now, and your poem starts to really flow and sound like a song.

And then I find your "political crocodiles" ... too cool, love that one..., as you slip into a more religious looking shoe, of temples and Gods as in plural... the people seemed to No Longer see the Gods as over-seeing their water, sweet air, dear Sun... et al... no.. it is as if their Gods became rich, thick wines and fat-greasy foods that lay thick on their spine, that they did spend an Extra-Ordinary amount of time, playing with their pleasures.

And still, you find a way to sing this as a song...
reminding me just vaguely, the style of the song my father used to sing about a little dutch boy named Johnny b good who fell into the sausage machine... I think I was 19 before I got that song.

RE: The Love of Virgina by Bettysrainbow48

Hi Bettysrainbow48 -

I am smiling that you have joined our class and have posted your poem so quickly. I am not surprised though, because I always feel as if ... when I read your poems, I am sitting down to tea with you, across the table, and you are just talking to me... but it is not as English as is mostly used... but the poetic kind.. and here you have taken your gifts to one of Learning's most difficult classes... where children notoriously snore through boring past...

I LOVE how (you, as) Bettysrainbow48, brought Pocahontas to stage before Reader, as she steps up to the mike... tap tap.. she smiles... looking at each one... as she begins to sing the song of Pocahontas, the Heart... the Love of Virginia, as seen from the side of loving gifts...

I know you have touched the soul of Pocahontas... and from start to finish, you found Pocahontas' full life, her main intent, to join hands... leaving her seed to sing in her stead... What a beautiful thought you give Reader, as we envision your words, "thank you" as you leave our stage and Reader carries home a piece of American history.

Again...Thank you... and I really hope we are afforded More your History poems...

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RE: Anthony and Cleopatra - the Historic Poem by cousinsoren

cousinsoren, your gift to research and find is showing... and even the names are beautiful... just to hear, and roll across the silent tone where the mind is a solo here in your tale.

Chicken livers ? really ? and you bring yet another view to the table of Antonius, who so loved his Cleopatra... such interesting names so many have assigned to her.. from historic behavior aptly recorded, to poetic license... "serpent of the Nile", queen of the crocodile... and yet, he loved her ... feverishly into thinking he was following her in his own death.

So sad, she.. .like the Romeo and Juliette, did find Life had betrayed her with separation, and she ran to follow him.

Interesting plug about the astrological star

Thank you for this educational poem...

RE: RE: Anthony and Cleopatra - the Historic Poem by cousinsoren

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Originally Posted by Bettysrainbow48

The Love of VIrginia

There once was an Indian Princess
Her love for VIrginia grew
Her heart filled with love
Like flowers in bloom
A varity in color knew
No difference

Sweet as the honey bees
Her love spread wide
She captured their hearts
Assited colonial settlers
Fed many in stride
Her heart was big concerned for others

It was an English man that captured her heart
Married her they traveled
To both sea and land
Converted her life christian
Prefering to live in England
She took her stand

She cradled her son
FIrst born from John Rolfe
She gave love her all

It was on her way back to Virginia her love
The Indian Princess on the ship grew ill
An unknown disease claimed her life

Said John my darling my wife
You fed the people
You captured their hearts
Became famous my wife
Gave me children gave me life
I'm taking you to land

She said my life will live through my child
My heart will live in yours
I go to a new place
You take care of ours
The sky opened up
Her spirit left ours
Virginia will miss her true love
Pocahontas
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Modern poets who can write in a quasi- prosaic style, as different from writing blank verse are rare. Bettysrainbow possesses that rare skill which she has perfected in her creations. We love your poem, Betty.[/quote] I want to thank those of you personaly who liked my poem.

RE: NOW FOR THE HISTORY POETRY CLASS

A very interesting class you have here, sir. I have a variety of history poems, ranging from the bombing of Hiroshima to Jackie Robinson to Treblinka and the Nazi death camps of WW2 (which resides in the Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum in Israel)....but unfortunately none which relate to your subject matter.

Writing poetry about history IS a magnificent way to both study history and write poetry. Congrats on an excellent class!

RE: NOW FOR THE HISTORY POETRY CLASS

I'd like to slip in one history lesson, if I may...


Perhaps his most lasting action was a minor item: saying in his papal letter Vox in Rama of 1232 that cats were an instrument of the devil and a symbol of heresy. This led to a great reduction in the number of cats, which, a hundred years later, contributed to the quick spread of the Black Death plague, which killed 1/3 to 1/2 of the population of Europe. [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_IX]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_IX[/URL]
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Eight hundred twenty years ago
A little fact few people know
Caused history to change it's flow.
I swear it's so. I swear it's so.

Pope Gregory to all decreed
That cats were spawned from devil's seed
To kill them was a vital need
And with godspeed..and with godspeed.

Then, all throughout the countryside
A host of countries, far and wide
Conducted feline genocide.
The creatures died. The creatures died.

By thousands they were slaughtered by
Fanatics heeding Papal cry.
Light the bonfires! Watch them die
For God on high. For God on high.

Then came the dreaded plague to fall
On young and old. It killed them all.
The strong, the weak, the big the small,
See how they fall. See how they fall.

For many years, from dawn to dawn
Infected rodents traveled on
With nothing there to stop their spawn
The cats were gone. The cats were gone.

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cousinsoren
Posts: 716

A PRAYER FOR OUR FRIENDS

O, Omnipotent Architect Of The Universe,
We bring our humble friends to thee;
Be with them on the stormy deep,
Be with them in the silent hour.
By land or sea , awake or asleep,
Be their Helper, Strength and Tower.


Maintain them, O God of Power,
Through their earthly strife;
Each holding forth the Word of Life,
Be their Light to brighten future days,
Let them not falter nor fail,
Through their rocky paths uneven...


Stand up, Brethren- speak with cheerful voice,
We bid you fight for a blessed dawn;
Where be no room for despair.
And all hopes will be leaven;
Go-- win the country of your choice
Of Truth and Liberty and Heaven,



(An adaptation of the original

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Originally Posted by Balladeer

A very interesting class you have here, sir. I have a variety of history poems, ranging from the bombing of Hiroshima to Jackie Robinson to Treblinka and the Nazi death camps of WW2 (which resides in the Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum in Israel)....but unfortunately none which relate to your subject matter.

Writing poetry about history IS a magnificent way to both study history and write poetry. Congrats on an excellent class!

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[quote="Balladeer"]I'd like to slip in one history lesson, if I may...


Perhaps his most lasting action was a minor item: saying in his papal letter Vox in Rama of 1232 that cats were an instrument of the devil and a symbol of heresy. This led to a great reduction in the number of cats, which, a hundred years later, contributed to the quick spread of the Black Death plague, which killed 1/3 to 1/2 of the population of Europe. [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_IX]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_IX[/URL]
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Eight hundred twenty years ago
A little fact few people know
Caused history to change it's flow.
I swear it's so. I swear it's so.

Pope Gregory to all decreed
That cats were spawned from devil's seed
To kill them was a vital need
And with godspeed..and with godspeed.

Then, all throughout the countryside
A host of countries, far and wide
Conducted feline genocide.
The creatures died. The creatures died.

By thousands they were slaughtered by
Fanatics heeding Papal cry.
Light the bonfires! Watch them die
For God on high. For God on high.

Then came the dreaded plague to fall
On young and old. It killed them all.
The strong, the weak, the big the small,
See how they fall. See how they fall.

For many years, from dawn to dawn
Infected rodents traveled on
With nothing there to stop their spawn
The cats were gone. The cats were gone.


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We Thank you, Balladeer, for this bit of European history, told in faultless poetry.I have fond memories of the Black Death which spread throughout Europe between 1348 and 1360. It wiped out some 65$ of the population of Europe. The death-carts rattled through the streets of towns ,ringing bells at might,with the cart men plaintively crying out ,in their native language, "Dead! Bring out your dead!" Strangely,up to age seventeen, I did not know about the Black Death, until my lazy history teacher warned my class, on the very eve of the Jamaica Local Examinations,to go home, and study(by rote) some notes( History Text Books were not available)he gave us that very day, .......LOL. The Black Death did not appear on the History Exam paper. I was not surprised that candidates from neighbouring schools were also warned to study identical notes on the same topic.....We were all disappointed that The Black Death did not appear in the examination ..........LOL. Those were the halcyon days of examinations!
The Black Death seemed to have killed more people than the Inquisition and the more recent Holocaust perpetrated by the Nazi.

We may refresh our memory or learn more about the Black Death, the Inquisition and the Holocaust, by visiting Wikipedia and other websites.

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Originally Posted by Balladeer

A very interesting class you have here, sir. I have a variety of history poems, ranging from the bombing of Hiroshima to Jackie Robinson to Treblinka and the Nazi death camps of WW2 (which resides in the Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum in Israel)....but unfortunately none which relate to your subject matter.

Writing poetry about history IS a magnificent way to both study history and write poetry. Congrats on an excellent class!

Last edited by cousinsoren 04-28-2010 at 05:46:55 AM

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[quote="cousinsoren"][quote="Balladeer"]I'd like to slip in one history lesson, if I may...


Perhaps his most lasting action was a minor item: saying in his papal letter Vox in Rama of 1232 that cats were an instrument of the devil and a symbol of heresy. This led to a great reduction in the number of cats, which, a hundred years later, contributed to the quick spread of the Black Death plague, which killed 1/3 to 1/2 of the population of Europe. [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_IX]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_IX[/URL]
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Eight hundred twenty years ago
A little fact few people know
Caused history to change it's flow.
I swear it's so. I swear it's so.

Pope Gregory to all decreed
That cats were spawned from devil's seed
To kill them was a vital need
And with godspeed..and with godspeed.

Then, all throughout the countryside
A host of countries, far and wide
Conducted feline genocide.
The creatures died. The creatures died.

By thousands they were slaughtered by
Fanatics heeding Papal cry.
Light the bonfires! Watch them die
For God on high. For God on high.

Then came the dreaded plague to fall
On young and old. It killed them all.
The strong, the weak, the big the small,
See how they fall. See how they fall.

For many years, from dawn to dawn
Infected rodents traveled on
With nothing there to stop their spawn
The cats were gone. The cats were gone.


[/quote]

We Thank you, Balladeer, for this bit of European history, told in faultless poetry.I have fond memories of the Black Death whicH spread throughout Europe between 1348 and 1360. It wiped out some 65$ of the population of Europe. The death-carts rattled through the streets of towns ,ringing bells at might,with the cart men plaintively crying out ,in their native language, "Dead! Bring out your dead!" Strangely, up to age seventeen, I did not know about the Black Death, until my lazy history teacher warned her class, on the very eve of the Jamaica Local Examinations, to go home, and study(by rote) some notes( History Text Books were not available) she gave us that very day, .......LOL. The Black Death did not appear on the History Exam paper. I was not surprised that candidates from neighbouring schools were also warned to study identical notes on the same topic.....We were all disappointed that The Black Death did not appear in the examination ..........LOL. Those were the days!. [/quote]

A puzzling irrelevant question.Why did the centipede miss the school bus?

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RE: NOW FOR THE HISTORY POETRY CLASS

Why did the centipede miss the school bus????

Beats me. Perhaps he took the centipede train instead? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8Ll_jfKzyQ

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New Changes

Welcome to the Class of Professor Oren Cousin, please private message him
for indroduction, and assignments.
Students of Oren Cousin, nead to correspond when him on postings..
We are sorry for the change, but new students need your assistance.
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Organize them by poet, and poem order; And create a folder in the
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Copy your critiques from the Poets page after you do it.
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Ok after the class is back in session...
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and when you have finished your assignment, add it to
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5. Come back to class/thread, and delete the prior post.
6. Repost, inform the class you have posted your poem in the folder,
and have posted it on your page.
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History Poetry Assignments

Poem 1 The Romance of John Smith and Pocahontas
http://www.originalpoetry.com/true-love-knows-no-other

Poem 2 Cleopatra
http://www.originalpoetry.com/clap-your-hands-cleopatra

Please Do Not Quote, thank you WS

RE: RE: The Love of Virgina by Bettysrainbow48

RE: RE: RE: The Love of Virgina by Bettysrainbow48

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Originally Posted by Bettysrainbow48

Originally Posted by Springsize

Hi Bettysrainbow48 -

I am smiling that you have joined our class and have posted your poem so quickly. I am not surprised though, because I always feel as if ... when I read your poems, I am sitting down to tea with you, across the table, and you are just talking to me... but it is not as English as is mostly used... but the poetic kind.. and here you have taken your gifts to one of Learning's most difficult classes... where children notoriously snore through boring past...

I LOVE how (you, as) Bettysrainbow48, brought Pocahontas to stage before Reader, as she steps up to the mike... tap tap.. she smiles... looking at each one... as she begins to sing the song of Pocahontas, the Heart... the Love of Virginia, as seen from the side of loving gifts...

I know you have touched the soul of Pocahontas... and from start to finish, you found Pocahontas' full life, her main intent, to join hands... leaving her seed to sing in her stead... What a beautiful thought you give Reader, as we envision your words, "thank you" as you leave our stage and Reader carries home a piece of American history.

Again...Thank you... and I really hope we are afforded More your History poems...

Thank you I certainly appreciate your complement. Yes I plan on writing as much as I can. Is it to late to write about Cleopatra

RE: RE: RE: The Love of Virgina by Bettysrainbow48

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Is it to late to write about Cleopatra

THE HISTORY POETRY CLASS - The Boston Tea Party

This rendition of the infamous Rebellion of the Early Settlers of America was written in slight of whimsy care... I apologize for any seriousness laid aside as unimportant. I think the entire experience was a Stark and Memorable Picture of the Spirit of America, including today, even more so, as we are now the Melting Pot of the Planet Earth inhabitants and we are Still Carrying A Strong Spirit, wanting to scream... Take Your Oil... just don't dump it in the sea.




the Great American Boston Tea Party
_____________________________




The time was seventeen and seven three
they came to end the British tyranny

just like their year, they chose the count thirteen
a message hidden deep beneath the seams

we will not take your sovereign slavery
that come as merchant sailors, hungrily

oh greedy England, with your white-gloved hands
we left your world, for places where we can

build dreams and homes, and plant our foods to live
not line your pockets, forced to give and give

the call to arms, we men who rise from fields
the sacrifice of tea shall be our shield

the women folk will surely have our hide
no gossiping, the morrow wears our pride

and see us now oh friends of yester-yore
we mighty share, and with the whole world, more.

THE HISTORY POETRY CLASS - The Black Death Lived

The Black Death Lived
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The birth of black death, lived in decadence
it was a time of moron innocence
the era, thirteen hundred forty four
when rampant, death was leaking past the door




society or poverty, they lived
it was a time of mourning, none could give
a reason they could see, and where was faith?
frustration turned to anger and to hate




I do not know how even one survived
they ate of dead foods, breeding grounds, alive
and ripe with germs that made their insides cry
they washed in rivers meant for drinking, sigh




they drank fermented berries, thick with time
compassion ran, not rampant but as crime
no morals ruling choices, dipped in whine
and where was clean, no-where that you could find




and germs did form from dark polluted blood
no longer swift, was feeding brain with mud




and thoughts became deranged like body smells
as germs built cities deep within the wells
inside the fatty tissues, they did dwell
volcanic lesions dressed in body hell




and as the tides of filth did ebb their flow
the town-folk wakened, slow, like winters go




they cleaned the streets, and washed their hands and feet
they burned their trash and buried in a heap
they started eating plants with animals
the evolution slowed the funerals
and soon, the ladies wrote of marigold.
the Nineteen Hundreds list the last plague told.

RE: NOW FOR THE HISTORY POETRY CLASS

b]COME ABOARD, CAPTAIN BALLADEER and MR. PEAT
THERE ARE SOME FEMALE CREWMEN ABOARD.....Who is the bosun, the purser, the first mate/?..................Caballistic, Springsize, Cousinsoren, Park, Suspebse, Marsinck or Qualin? Wordslinger is a landlubber(land -lover).,but he likes to fish, and a roof on which to write... .........lol

FRIENDS.
I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOYED THE SUBSCRIPTIONS made to the last two moots.:

THE BOSTON TEA PARTY
THE BLACK DEATH

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There are two new moots:

The Spanish Armada

The American War of Independence

Come aboard with your stuff. Be reminded that this forum is non- competitive. You may enter your piece in the OP Contest. There is no stipulation of style, but your piece must be poetry. We encourage you to illustrate your poems, If you have difficulty illustrating, consult John Wordslinger. He is not a landlubber on solving most problems ..........lol

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Paul Revere was a hero of the American Revolutionary War, famous for his "midnight ride" of 1775, during which he sounded the alarm that British forces were moving against the colonists. His fame was galvanized in the late 19th century, thanks to the poem "Paul Revere's Ride," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.


BALLAD OF THE WAR OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE


I am telling you, Girls and Boys, t’was mad,
To pour the tea into the sea was bad,
And Hutchinson the colonial gov,
Showed us no respect nor love.

An insult a revolt in Boston town,
The King didn’t take it lying down.
He took it to heart that royal guy,
He came at us, his colonial toy.


Yeah, Brits came with sturdy birch rods
They came with flag in their red togs.
To whip us back into line,
For them would have been mighty fine.


But, My Children, we did not bend for licks.
We set to teach them some tricks.
They came marching with fife and drum,
We met them with great aplomb.


. They shouted “For King and country”
“In God we trust,” we cried for victory.
They killed many of us, I admit,
We killed more of them to outwit.


At Lexington, we threw them in discord.
When they entered the town of Concord.
They flogged us at the Battle of Bunkers Hill,
When too much fight we had our fill.


We sent George an Olive Branch Petition,
He refused to grant it royal reception.
Then Washington forced Howe out of Boston,
And all the Royalists fled the town.


Howe defeated us at the Battle of Brooklyn,
But at Princeton Washington did beat him.
Burgoyne was entrapped by our militia,
He surrendered to Gates after Battle of Saratoga.


A French fleet at Yorktown brought the struggle to rest,
The British had no more stomach for the contest.
General Cornwallis his command surrendered,
And the Treaty of Paris was duly rendered.


Thanks to the French who came to help us,
There were others we could trust.
The Royalists and the Hessians we unseated,
And good King George we duly defeated.


Dear is the fight for right and liberty,
Blood writes freedom on the pages of history,
Greed and power make men savagely rage,
And senselessly build themselves an evil cage.


Reason is trampled on by the feet of might,
There is no just cause for warring plight,
Mother’s tears, ageds’ woes and children’s fears,
Awful wounds, wanton death and mortal cares.
Devastation and mis’ry, wasteful sound
In the air, on the sea, on the ground,
The devouring fires, obnoxious smells,
And fallen men and their death knells.
If man possessed not the moral trails.
Without which he savagely fights and fails,
No one wins, everyone loses .
Though the conqueror struts and poses.
To meet to talk to share is better reason,
With tolerance and peace to shine in every season.

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THIS MONTH'S MOOTS:

Two subjects:

The American War Of Independence


The Spanish Armada

History Poetry is non-competitive, There is no stipulation as to poetic style, You may enter your subscriptions into the OP,. Weekly Contests, Let's strut our stuff!

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